”“Sam? A girlfriend? How do you know?” I could watch the game over her shoulder.“As I came in, I saw a girl going into his flat. Nice looking ...ass by what I could see.”I turned away from the screen to look at her. “How do you know it’s a girlfriend?”“Women know these things. Trust me, I can tell.”“Humph. Women’s intuition is BS.”She glanced at the TV. “By the way, someone’s scored a try.”I locked back at the TV just as she flicked it off with the remote.“You witch, who was it?” I tried to grab. I was just confused and thinking and Vivek just pushed me to join her.Finally, I was down there on the floor shaking my legs with her.It was bit crowded and almost everybody there was brushing each other.After a few minutes, Richa put her both hands around my neck, she was moving and shaking her self very fast around me, just to make her safe and avoid her falling down I held her waist with both my hands and tried matching her steps that weren’t my cup of tea.She was laughing loud seeing me. Not just due to my new experiencewith Truffle Boy but the whole thing in general. Doing just what I wantedwithout having to consider others, and I don't mean that in the selfish wayit sounds!The memories of Thursday night were constantly on my mind and I was like adog on heat. I was constantly horny and getting erections. Despite havingan amazing night on the Friday, I returned to my tent much earlier than Ineeded to, just so I could masturbate whilst reliving being sucked off byTruffle Boy. I. In a reflex action, I embraced her tightly and I inserted my hands up under her loose kurta and pressed her breasts hardly on the bra. She gasped when I did that, but she tried to push me away from her. I quickly pulled her bra at the back and the bra hooks snapped.Realizing the bra was released; I pushed the bra cup up and bared her D-cup firm breasts. Mandhira aunty stood still and now she leaned her back pressing her ass onto my crotch as I squeezed her breasts. Sensing no resistance from my.